Posts Tagged ‘unavailability’

I remember this song by Monica from her The Boy Is Mine album back in the day. Although it wasn’t my favourite song from the album, I could resonate a lot with the idea of having a crush on somebody but not ever being able to bring yourself to admit it. I’ve been in that situation a lot in my life, and guess what! I’m there again.

I’m not going to name any names on here, just in case the wrong person sees it (it’s unlikely, but I don’t want to take any chances). After B, R, and any other initial you can care to name, I thought that I might have given up falling (or learned NOT to fall) for inappropriate people. When I say inappropriate, they’re either mentally or emotionally unstable, or unavailable for whatever reason – I think that that umbrella covers more or less all the experiences I’ve had in the past couple of years. Oh, unless they were idiots. And then I start to wonder, is it me? Do I unconsciously seek out people with whom it just won’t work? Is this an act of self-sabotage? Am I some sort of masochist?

Maybe, maybe not. I mean, the latest thing I’m going through is different. I’ve formed such a close bond with this person, it’s crazy, and I admire him and look up to him so much. I wish that I could be like him one day (except he can’t spell “tommorrow” or “definately”. But apart from that.), the way he is with people. He’s so strong and has a wicked sense of humour, and yet he’s so observant and sincere underneath. Plus, he may be older, but he’s pretty hot. Okay, enough gushing. So I thought this crush was gonna be a phase, but apparently not – I can’t stop dreaming about him, I can’t stop thinking about him, the only time I feel normal anymore is when we are texting or when we are together. It’s really bad, and it stomps all over the other people I’ve dated / not dated / been interested in the last couple of years. It revolutionises everything for me, and reminds me of the once or twice I felt like I was approaching feeling in love when I was a teenager. And yet, obviously I can’t tell him – not only is he very not single, but I can’t ruin the strong friendship we’ve established. I’m not willing to do that, and so I keep it to myself.

Occasionally it hurts, but more than anything, our bond and our camaraderie keep me going. We’ve gotten to a level of flirtation that is a bit weird (considering he is straight and attached) but it’s a lot of fun and I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. I guess that I feel safe around him – not that I feel vulnerable walking around every day, but I feel that when we’re together, we’re popular and the leaders of our group and sorta untouchable. I know people’s eyes are on us, and I also know that people think we are inseparable. That’s okay. I don’t think people (apart from the couple whom I’ve told) know I have a crush on him – we are just real good friends, and as much as I look for him whenever he’s around, I know he does the same for me too. It’s a 50/50 relationship, and it would be ideal! Except it can never be. That’s the only sting in the tail, but although sometimes I do feel a little bit down about it, I wouldn’t trade our friendship and the bond we’ve established in so short a time for the world. I’m really lucky.

But again, because I don’t wanna risk anything going wrong, I’m not going to say anything. I come home and feel empty, and my parents have their own problems and their own business. We sorta exist around each other and orbit each other, with no real problems, but they have no desire to interact with me unless I have done something to inconvenience them, so I keep myself to myself at home. And it does feel lonely. My friends are supportive, and I really appreciate that so much, but there’s only so much that they can do – I’m looking to move out somehow and just get a bit more independence. Free myself from that situation, because although I would end up being on my own, I would somehow feel less lonely because I would be less caged. I think that even though I might be on my own, that would be my choice and the empowerment I’d get from that would make up for it. Plus, I tend to get on better with my parents (and they seem to appreciate me more) from a distance. But until that time comes, I keep my frustration with this whole situation to myself also. I told Mike that it would be tempting to just move out, change my number and not tell my family where I was going – but it would just result in worrying them too much and they’d probably turn up at university or something looking for me. I want to minimise the drama – that’s the whole point of having this plan – but until I can put it in motion, secrecy is the way forward. Perhaps that’s a bit fucked up, but I haven’t got any time for people who can’t keep their mouths shut when it’s the appropriate thing to do. So I try to have a sense of decorum about love and about life, and keep the right things to myself.